Shivering at the edge of the abyss
I shouted, “She owes me a kiss!”
I glared at the jagged rocks below,
Accusing the storm, screaming against the wind.
“You’re the one who ought to know!
Why did you bring me here?
She was my darling, my sweet dear.
“Why?” I yelled again.
The storm roared on and on,
Oblivious to me, convinced it had won.
“My sweetheart lies cold and now she’s gone,
And I’m chilled to the bone.”
I took another swig from my flask.
“Is there no one who loves me, if I dare ask?”
I was ready to leap, but something held me back.
Was it courage that I lacked?
Should I follow her to a watery tomb,
Was I ready to meet my doom?
An unknown voice pierced my inner storm.
“Can I hold you and keep you warm?”
I was sure I heard an angel’s voice.
In the midst of chaos I made a choice.
I chose a stranger whose kind eyes and sweet smile
Made me love her. (We’ve been married quite awhile).
You ask if I’m happy, I’ll tell you before I go,
My heart loves both, if you want to know.
I come here, and I always will,
To pay respects to my first wife, I love her still.
I’d be lying if I denied all this.
But it seems like yesterday,
And she owes me a kiss.